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HHD – one more Olympics edition

Welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I just realized it’s Wednesday, not Tuesday. Should be interesting doing this without coffee first.
Let’s get moving.
Chris Knierim, pairs figure skating with wife Alexa
Chas (seriously?) Guldemond – Snowboarding
Joey Mantia – speed skating
Steve Langton – bobsled
And that should suffice. Thank you for your attention, and y’all have a good day.

Yes. Front Royal. I had five acres that was backed by National Forest and Skyline Drive was at the top of the Mtn directly behind me with nothing in between. I could’ve hiked from my house up to Skyline. Commuted to DC everyday (nightmare) if you think Front Royal is funky now, should’ve seen that shit in the late 70’s. At that time, Front Royal was the “big city” for the local hillbillies. And by hillbillies I mean the real fucking McCoy. Could get real “wild westy” on occasion. They have crazy good Bluegrass Festivals out there.

You took a left to get on Skyline, if you had gone to the next left, that was the road to my home. Stonewall marched his troops into Front Royal on that road.

That something is described as a “free speech panel” is a abomination. The attacks on the Constitution will continue. 1st amendment (speech), 2nd Amendment, 4th (your privacy & data) and I could go on..

I think its time to envision what Constitution 2.0 would look like. You know, for after…

Our local grocery just put up a section promoting new Italian food stuffs. I bought some ‘Poker’ cacao wafers because they are the same kind of cookies my MIL used to slice up and add to her Christmas cookie plate.
And I bought a jar of Agrisicilia, Sicilian lemon and ginger marmalade. It’s pretty good. I’m pleasantly surprised.

I have the distinguished honor of being a member of the Committee to raise $50,000,000 for a monument to Hillary R. Clinton. We originally wanted to put her on Mt. Rushmore until we discovered there was not enough room for her two faces.

We then decided to erect a statue of Hillary in the Washington, D.C. Hall of Fame. We were in a quandary as to where the statue should be placed. It was not proper to place it beside the statue of George Washington, who never told a lie, or beside Barack Hussein Obama, who never told the truth, since Hillary could never tell the difference.

We finally decided to place it beside Christopher Columbus. He left not knowing where he was going, and when he got there he did not know where he was. He returned not knowing where he had been, and did it all on someone else’s money.

We got to the top of Big Schloss and I climbed out on the edge, found a good rock chair, and sat down. Sat there up high, watching the shadows of clouds slowly slide across the land down below. There was just this gorgeous, vast air. Magic. Deep silence.

Except for Scott’s fidgeting, and the rustling of his Clif bar wrapper, which seemed to go on and on forever, destroying my peace and damaging my psyche.

Local high school geniuses threaten school that they are inside of, local law enforcement geniuses lock down school for 5 hours with the suspects inside. Campus is a couple miles from home, 2 blocks from Mrs. Pupster and Boy2’s place of employment.

Church soup supper was nice. Chicken tortilla soup was my favorite, though I didn’t have any of the tortilla strips. I’m thinking it had masa to thicken it, and that’s why it was such carby-feeling goodness. Mini-me and Mr. RFH liked the minestrone, but I didn’t. Brunswick stew, vegetable soup, white chili, gumbo, a lot to choose from.

We’ve had twelve different bomb or shooting threats on locals schools this week. Most on social media, I understand. Already four arrests (as of this morning’s news).
Yeah, the dumb is strong out there these days.

I’m trying to remember the little restaurant in Harrisonburg we always ate at on the way to Mr. RFH’s sister’s place. They changed names the last time I was there, and I can’t dredge up either the old or the new name. It was very good, and they were quite kind to weary travelers.

Lots of mountain laurel in the woods today where we were. Gonna be spectacular when they bloom.

The landscape is relatively blah right now, but the nice thing about a freak 79-degree weekday in February is, few other people on the trail, few bugs (but we saw two butterflies!), and with no foliage on the trees you can see the whole shape and lay of the land, which is nice. No tree tunnels.

Two hot days like this, I can’t believe it’s still February. When we get back home we’re gonna freeze our asses off, hahahaha.

Mare’s Musings

February 18, 2018

I’ll tell you, I had to turn the Olympics off last night. The gay overload with the gay flags and gayness and the gay skier and the all about gay was too much for me. How does being gay have ANYTHING to do with skiing unless you’re purposefully landing on a pole?